"Oh!" Vera Wave gave him an apologetic smile. "I don't have a business card. Let me write my contact information for you."
She reached into her bag, took out a pen, and then searched for paper. Having left in a hurry, she realized her bag didn't contain anything suitable for writing. Just as she was starting to feel awkward, Nathan Leafcastle extended his palm to her.
"You can write it here!"
Vera lifted her eyes, giving him a somewhat uncertain look.
"On your hand?!"
"When we were little, you always liked to write on my hand," Nathan Leafcastle said, a nostalgic glint in his dark eyes. "You used to say that if you wrote it on my hand, I wouldn't forget."
"Is that so?"
Vera smiled, then reached out to steady his hand and carefully wrote her phone number on his palm.
The pen tip tickled slightly as it brushed against his skin. Nathan Leafcastle watched her downcast profile, images of the old days flashing before his eyes. His gaze grew deeper.
